A breeze rises from the meadow
Beyond the clouds is the moon
Trees cast a flickering shadow
Across a midnight in June
The river curves through the valley
The cattail stands tall in the pond
The past folds into the darkness
Veiling the great beyond
Thoughts of you rise from my longing
Beyond its touch is desire
Hope is a flickering candle
Midnight a raging fire
The want of you curves through my being
Truth curtails all fantasy
For the only thing I am seeing
Is the darkness between you and me
J~
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!